#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ; ɪ’ʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Beelzebub and Jerry 」

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Queen bee how do you think a nice guy like Jerry even ended up in hell in the first place?

「 ☆ 」 At the question, Bee actually falters... Mouth opening before jaws snap shut as she mulls over what she's going to say, before trying again. ❝ People... end up in Hell for a lot of reasons. Some of them are pretty stupid. ❞ Wincing in a show of uncertainty, ears slightly fall back as hands raise with a shrug, ❝ I don't have a fuckin' clue what made Jerry miss those pearly gates. But I do know that Heaven is a REAL stickler for the rules... Like- To the point where it's a problem. ❞

Jerry could have made the tiniest mistake during life and been gifted eternal damnation thanks to those high-and-mighty bastards... OR he could have done something horrendous in a lapse of judgement or momentary SURRENDER to whatever dark urges lie beneath the surfaces of a ❛ nice ❜ guy. It's anyone's guess. The end result is the same either way, as are Bee's feelings.

❝ It's hard to imagine Jerry actually doing anything bad, y'know? He just... doesn't seem like the sinning type. ❞ Despite being a SINNER, he feels more heavenly than all of them combined. Definitely was repressed enough to fit right in amongst God's fanboys. ❝ I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious, but it's not like I can ask him about it. That's... personal. But the serious kinda personal that even I don't wanna stick my nose into. If Jer ever wants to tell me, then I'll listen and I won't judge... ❞

That's God's department, not hers.

❝ But I won't force it. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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「 ☆ 」 ❝ I knew I liked you for a reason. ❞ Words laced with playful laughter, Bee gives the fellow glutton a wink. Resting her elbows on the counter, she props her chin on clasped hands, intently listening as her companion grows more comfortable, ❝ No shit, huh? A fellow baker... You'll have to show me your tips and tricks sometime~ ❞ Despite being able to conjure food at will, there's something enjoyable about making things from scratch. Through the years, Bee has amassed quite the collection of recipes and baking skills that aren't to be scoffed at.

❝ And just throwing this out there, as an f-y-i... but my favorite treat is Apple Pie~ ❞ She adds with a flutter of her lashes, jokingly suggesting that the lizard might want to bake her something. Truthfully, she doesn't expect anything from him. She tends to be the one giving to people, not the other way around. Not that she minds it. With her reputation, it's only natural others expect things from her.

Finally learning the name of her newest friend, she nudges Jerry with her elbow, ❝ Jerry, huh? Welp, Jer-Bear... As my new bestie, you're gonna be invited to a FUCK TON of parties from now on. ❞ Pushing a drink toward Jerry with the tip of her finger, she smirks and coos, ❝ So better start practicing knocking 'em back~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

"I think this might just be the place for me since gluttony is one of the rare sins I've engaged in." He answered honestly. "I love all things sweet. It's part of why I took to baking so much." That and he grew up close to his mother. Baking and cooking with her much to his father's dismay was how he grew closer to her and as a bonus grew an appreciation for comfort food.

Whether that was savory things like fried chicken and mac n cheese or sweet desserts like apple pie or their family's famous peach cobbler. He made a mental note to bake the woman something in appreciation for her kindness. It wasn't everyday jerry had this warm and friendly interaction. So he wanted to show he was appreciative of her hospitality.

"Oh right sorry miss bee." Still a tad uncomfortable being so casual he had to add the miss in there. The embarrassment he felt at his little social blunder caused a dark blue blush to rise to his cheeks. Downing another drink before continuing. "My name's jerry." He introduced himself with a nervous grin. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier I guess I got caught up in the excitement of it all. It's been a long time since I was welcomed at a party."

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"I did do something bad. Really bad. I deserve to be down here." dorkydemcn for bee -  ✩   「 @dorkydemcn 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Such a sobering conversation would feel out of place amongst Bee's domain, but here in Jerry's home... It oddly fits. A bittersweet realization, Bee aware that such a sad statement could be seen as either insult or compliment. She prefers to think of it as Jerry's place being a SAFE space. No loud music, no flashing lights, no crowds of people fucked out of their minds on sex or substances. Bee's place isn't really for her. It's for the people who need her, even if they don't fully realize how much. But here? It's just the two of them... and this moment of trust.

Gingerly, she places a hand on Jerry's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. ❝ Hey... Whatever you did, I'm sure it wasn't bad enough for you to deserve to be down here. You wanna know why? ❞ Free hand moves to Jerry's chin, carefully tilting it upward so the lizard would meet her gentle gaze, ❝ Because someone like you could NEVER deserve it... ❞

Sliding closer so on the couch so their knees touch, a lower hand moves to interlock her fingers with Jerry's. ❝ You don't have to talk about what happened if you don't want to. But it might help... and no matter what you tell me, I promise— it won't make me think lesser of you. Okay, Jer-Bear? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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Queen bee what do you think of Jerry?

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Jer-Bear is a fuckin' riot! He's so not the usual sort you find around Hell. Don't get me wrong, we got some good ones down here. But they're not normally... the Sinners. Y'know? ❞ Glancing around the party, she scans the crowd for the accidntal guest. When someone is THIS new to the chaotic scene, she tries not to leave them unattended for too long. Until they can ease into the crowd... Although, Jerry is proving to be such a fun hang, she might linger a bit longer.

❝ He seems like a sweet guy. Kinda uptight, but not in a buzzkill way. More in a ❛ was coddled a bit too much and is scared of fun ❜ way. Which is a HELLUVA lot easier to handle... He's already making bitchin' progress. A few more drinks and he might end up being the life of the party! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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“Excuse me ma’am. Could you tell me where I am? I think I’m a bit lost.” Dorkydemcn for bee

-  ✩   「 @dorkydemcn​ 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Oh, this guy is more than a ‘ bit ’ lost... In fact, someone would have to be pretty freakin’ lost to end up on HER turf and not even know it. That and pretty freakin’ LUCKY, considering that plenty of other places in Hell would offer pain instead of a party. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Bee’s buzzing energy of benevolence, Jerry would likely be in trouble even here. Surrounded by the lower species of Hell, in a sanctuary that treats them like actual people instead of pets or playthings, most of Bee’s guests don’t have the best feelings towards the other denizens of Hell. Especially Sinners, who are held in higher regard despite literally dropping in rather than being born and raised in the dog-eat-dog society.

But hard-feelings don’t exist in a Queen Bee party. She won’t allow it. One that she would say is raging! But in a super, cool and fun way instead of a demonic and deadly way.

Wings buzzing as she lands in front of Jerry, hands on her hips and muzzle scrunched in well-meaning amusement, she chipperly replies,  ❝  Aw! Aren’t you a polite little guy?~  ❞  Head cocking, words flow without chance for interruption,  ❝  It’s been a while since I’ve been called ‘ Ma’am ’. I mean, in a not-horny way. ‘Cause sometimes people will throw a ma’am at me, trying to act like they’re being old-fashioned and shit, but I can tell they’re trying not to cream themselves after saying it. Y’know?  ❞

Unaware, or perhaps simply uncaring, about how awkward she might have made her impromptu guest feel, Bee points behind her with a thumb and explains,  ❝  Anyway, you’re in MY kingdom now, buddy boy. The place to be, Glut-ton-ny~ And in this Kingdom we only have one rule—  ❞  Excitedly floating a bit into the air, arms raise along with her voice as she shouts,  ❝  Fuck. Shit. UP!  ❞  Barking out a brief howl, she sharply lands back down, leaning toward the newcomer with a grin,  ❝  I’m talkin’— drinks, drugs, food, and FUCK!  ❞  

Lids lowering halfway, enthused expression becomes more nonchalantly-chill as she smoothly says,  ❝  I’m guessing you haven’t been to many parties, huh?  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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dorkydemcn: 

So far in his time in hell he hadn't come across many demons who didn't wanna give him a hard time. Queen bee was like the opposite of everybody he'd encountered. She was like the opposite of the evil demon stereotype. She was warm and friendly. Just wanted to show others and in this case jerry a good time. It was like she was the welcoming committee all wrapped up in one person. She was a breath of fresh air in the blue demon's eyes. Some much needed relief and comfort for the lizard. It was rare he was allowed this kind of comfort even when he was living. He was only given such warmth when around his mother or his best friend. Not to mention her attitude was infectious. It brought a hopeful smile to the man's face. The whisper in his ear made him blush and before he knew it he was being dragged into the party. The noise and people were a little overwhelming but having bee by his side guiding him kept him on solid ground. "Wow this looks gorgeous." He says. Gazing at the sweet looking drink in awe. The only drinks men were allowed to drink or were atleast the only ones socially acceptable for them were beer or hard liquor. "Oh thank you so much ma'am." He was still being rather formal but with time he would grow more comfortable. Hesitantly he picked up the glass. Bringing it up to his lips and taking a small sip to start. Almost automatically he hummed in appreciation. Downing half of it's contents in one large gulp. "Oh this is delicious! It's like if a drink was a dessert! I could drink a ton of these!" With that he downed the rest of it before slamming it back down. "No wonder people can't resist alcohol if it tastes this good!" @burning-fcols

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Right? It was very important to me that the drink LOOK as good as it tastes. Gluttony is all about appreciation... and that can happen with your eyes just as much as your mouth~ ❞ Bee enthusiastically replies, excited at the compliment to her alcohol aesthetic. Downing her own stronger variety without issue, tongue laps across her muzzle with a pleased hum. SLAMMING her glass down in solidarity with her guest, she emits a playful howl, ❝ FUCK! This shit never gets old. ❞

Plopping an elbow on the counter, she props her cheek up with a fist. Free hand motions for the bartender to pass them a few more rounds, Bee casually filling the time they have to wait, ❝ Yeah, well... Not all alcohol tastes like it got gang-banged by sugar. Some of that stuff can be pretty hard to get down. Lemme tell ya, I've had some drinks where it was pure will to get past the first drop. ❞ Flashing a pleased smirk, she smugly adds, ❝ I fucking DID it though~ ❞

As if on cue, more glasses slide toward them. One caught by each hand, the rest skid to a stop in front of her guest. Without hesitation, Bee abruptly downs hers one after the other. Four taken without issue, emptied glasses are slammed onto the counter in tandem. Barely affected by them— drinking is more for the fun of the act than getting ❛ drunk ❜, Bee's body burning alcohol before it can really DO anything —she laughs at the rush ( enjoying a spike of something tingly before it fades back to her usual ❛ high ❜ from her guests ) before looking back at the lizard.

❝ Y'know, you don't have to keep calling me ❛ Ma'am ❜. ❞ She chuckles, playfully booping the other's nose. Quirking a brow, half-lidded gaze amusedly studies her newest friend, ❝ It makes me feel all stuffy and like, old or something... And I mean, yeah- I am old. But not OLD old. ❞ There's a difference between having been around for a while and acting like it. ❝ Just call me Bee. 'Kay, baby? ❞ Eyes widen with realization, Bee barking out a laugh, ❝ Holy shit... I don't know your name. ❞

❝ You literally never told me, you fucking goof~ ❞ She says in faux-scolding, with a playful shove to the lizard's arm. 「 ☆ 」

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dorkydemcn: 

Jerry tended to forget just how depressing his life story could be to other demons. For him he was never particularly sad about it. Sure sometimes he wished he had truly gone for it. Done some things that were seen as sinful and forbidden. Then there was the fact that he was always an easy target. Both in the land of the living and here. Though he did have some strength now with his new demon form he didn't really use it to his advantage. Due to habit but also a distaste for violence. Which had become even stronger given his act of violence was what caused him to die and sent him to hell in the first place. "Really? You're not messing with me are you?" His first instinct was to think this was yet another demon trying to have some fun at his expense but the aura and attitude she gave off was oddly very pleasant. It honestly threw him for a loop. "Oh thank you! You have no idea what a relief that is." He says with a nervous chuckle. "You're right I know you are." He admitted with an unsteady breath. "I have been tempted to try something like alcohol and others things." Those other things being a more sexual nature. His attraction to men which in the time he came from was highly demonized and criminalized even. "It's just hard I was taught not to partake in certain things all my life." A long pause was given. “Do you have any alcoholic drinks that are sugary? Where I can’t taste the booze as much?” @burning-fcols

「 ☆ 」 Tail wags as the stranger relaxes, the nervous fog around him shifting into something far more pleasant to feel. No matter how many times it happens, Bee never gets tired of that transition. When someone goes from apprehensive to hopeful. A light, however small at first, breaking through the darkness that Hell entrapped them in. Even if it only lasts a little while— Hell’s hold is merciless and patient, always waiting outside the party’s doors —those moments are precious. It’s best not to waste them.

❝ Now, that’s what I like to hear! Don’t worry, baby. We have all sorts of sugary shit around here. ❞ She encourages when the man tentatively relents, beaming as her wings buzz. Floating a bit off the ground, she leans forward and playfully whispers in Jerry’s ear, ❝ Those drinks are actually my favorite~ ❞ Giving the demon a wink, Bee grabs his hand and starts quickly tugging him through the crowd with an excited howl, ❝ C’mon, let’s get fucked UP! ❞

Expertly weaving through the throngs of party-goers, it doesn’t take long to reach the bar. Despite the thick, drunken mess of guests, an area clears near-instantly for the esteemed Sin. Leading the other into her space, Bee calls out for two ❛ usuals ❜ from the Imp behind the counter, albeit one with ❛ less of a dick-punch to it ❜. Two insanely-colorful and sweet-smelling concoctions are slid their way, one being given a splash of what appears like thick, golden honey. Taking that one, Bee offers the other to her newfound guest. Ethereal in appearance, even the little umbrellas within the drinks shimmer under the party lights.

❝ Here, try this on for size. It’s my own personal creation and it’s to fucking DIE for. Don’t worry though, it won’t mess you up too bad. I had ‘em make you like, a beginner version of it. Less of a ❛ I’m about to fuck a stranger ❜ vibe and more of a ❛ I’m gonna dance like an idiot and I literally don’t care ❜ one. Y’know? ❞ She says, lightly swirling the enticing liquid around with an encouraging grin. 「 ☆ 」

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dorkydemcn: 

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"Well um yes. I was raised to act like a gentleman. In my opinion you should treat everyone with respect and politeness." It seemed particularly out of place in a domain like hell but despite where he ended up he was sticking to his core beliefs. Heck he still often said jesus and god in a place that switched those around given who their leaders were. As the woman went on though casually talking about such a lustful situation made his blue complexion turn cherry red. Clearly both flustered and uncomfortable with that particular subject at hand. Being the virgin prude that he was. He thought it was rude to mention his discomfort so instead he simply nodded along until she was done with that particular subject. "Oh so this place works in the rings theory?" Well he supposed not a theory if that was the actuality of the situation. "I kinda thought the ring where all the sinners lived was it. Apologies I haven't been here long." The only reason he ended up long in this place in particular was due to going to the elevator as a way to escape another set of muggers. At her exclamation he flinched a little just on instinct before physically relaxing. "I'm afraid I'd only be interested in one of those things. I love food. Particularly sweets but I'm also quite the regular cook if I do say so myself." He boasted with just a hint of smugness. "But um fornication, booze and drugs are things I never partook in while I was alive. Or now. I was just taught that those were sinful and would earn my ticket to well here. I got sent here for a different sin. Wrath. I got too angry and did something I could not take back." He mentioned casually with some darkness in his tone. He shook his head. "I was never very social or liked. I've always been an easy target. More people usually meant more chances for me to be bullied or mugged like I've experienced plenty since I got here."

「 ☆ 」 The longer the stranger goes on, the more... depressing his aura becomes.

Souring Bee's stomach to the point of tasting bitter on her tongue, it's painfully clear that this guy is LONG overdue for a good time. Life and definitely death have been nothing but cruel to the man, so it falls on Bee's shoulders to put things into balance. Besides, he seems like an interesting sort. Even if she can't encourage him to loosen up nearly as much as her usual guests, she can still have someone to gorge herself on sweets with. Who knows? If things go well, he might even come back.

Which would mean more opportunities to help him enjoy himself.

❝ Well... You don't gotta worry about that right now. NO ONE is gonna fuck with you tonight. And that's a Queen Bee Guarantee, 'kay? ❞ Comfort lacing her tone sweet as honey, she places a gentle hand on the demon's shoulder. ❝ You're safe here. All we wanna do is have a good time with some good friends... ❞ Or at the very least, acquaintances. But when someone is dazed on drugs and drink, practically everyone they talk to is a ❛ friend ❜ in that moment. ❝ And if drinks or drugs or dicking-down isn't your jam, then you don't have to do any of it. ❞

❝ Although... ❞ Tone turning playful, she nudges Jerry with an elbow, ❝ You are already in Hell. So I mean, what harm could it do? Right? ❞ What's the point of acting Saintly if it's already past the point of no return. Just because this is an eternal punishment doesn't mean it has to feel like one ALL the time. Especially during a party as full of useful distractions as this one. So long as the other doesn't go too overboard, there's no reason he can't treat himself with some experimentation. ❝ Don't let yourself be scared to try something new just 'cause people made you feel like you weren't allowed to. Your limits are for YOU to discover and decide. ❞

❝ Just some food for thought, 'kay baby? ❞ 「 ☆ 」